Word: bags
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...hadn't gotten fingerprints from the packet," he fumes. "But that's not the way it works. You don't go out and shout, 'I'm an undercover agent buying dope!' Buys take place in dark alleys, and that little plastic bag they wanted us to get fingerprints from was greasy and dirty and handled by a dozen people." As a result of the jury's TV-induced expectations, says Wood, the dope dealer was acquitted...
...crissake, they all do it...only Nixon's the one 'ta get caught holding the bag, know what I mean? Yeah, why don't they leave the guy alone already--I mean, we got another war in Israel, and now those goddamn Arabs won't send us any oil, for crissake...
...textures and odd nuances. One long scene in a gym-empty at first, then slowly filling with fighters doing exercises-is as carefully controlled and lovely as a fugue. It is characteristic of Eastman that the sounds of the gym-a jump rope skipping against the floor, a bag being punched hard in irregular rhythm, the bursts of quick breath from the athletes- mingle with a Gregorian chant issuing, presumably, from upstairs. The place is called, after all. the New Avenue Walk-up Gym and Cultural Center. It could be a sort of royal court for the kind of kingdom...
...soon after his mother's death, their son Nigel Nicolson, by then a London publisher and M.P., unlocked a Gladstone bag hidden in Vita's tower writing room. In it he found her 1920-21 memoir of an intense three-year affair with Violet Keppel, an iconoclastic redheaded girl whose mother had been the mistress of King Edward VII. The occasionally purple memoir, written when Vita was 28. makes up about a third of this book. Along with it Nigel Nicolson offers biographical annotations and an elaborate tribute to his parents' "perfect marriage...
Gladstone bag and all, the book has become a delicious and gossipy literary event in England. But what should be said is that the memoir has an honesty and self-awareness quite unmatched by Vita's other writings. It is more touching, moreover, in its swift portrait of Vita's childhood world than in its moments of passion: "Mother did not cry; she always tries not to cry because it gives her headaches." Vita remembers herself as a cruel, lonely tomboy roaming around Knple, one of the last great private estates in England. Her only affectionate companionship came from...